A Gift of Seasons
Although
I have so many
Autumns now
Beneath my belt
It was
The winters
Stole
My youth
Tho spring it would
Distract me so and
Took
My innocence
Twas summer
Always smiled
On me and pointed
T’ward the truth
Then would you have it
Any other way my friend
No, but gift me
One last summer….